Free Filthy Gorgeous Lies: Book 1 by Sophie Night Page A

the coffee shop tomorrow. As much as I’d love to blow it off, scrubbing tables and schlepping overpriced coffee is what pays the bills. Even if it’s just barely.
    I text back.
    Rain check for tomorrow?
    He replies immediately.
    You got it, babe. I’ll call you.
    I sigh and stuff my phone into my tiny, wallet–sized clutch.
    “Everything okay?”
    I look up into those blue eyes and shrug. I should probably be irritated by his curiosity, but I actually think it’s kind of sweet. “His flight was delayed.”
    He smiles faintly, as though he expected my answer — which is strange, but I immediately dismiss it. He doesn’t even know Michael, for God’s sake. Let alone whether or not his flight will be delayed.
    Then, unexpectedly, Cole reaches up and traces his index finger along my jaw, and down my neck. I don’t stop him. I don’t even move. I can’t. My heart is beating so hard, I’m convinced it’ll hammer right out of my chest.
    “So damn beautiful,” he murmurs. His voice is so low, I wonder if I misheard him. In fact, I’m sure I did. No one has ever called me beautiful. Not even Michael. I’ve been called cute, spunky, adorable, but never beautiful.
    I swallow as his finger trails down my bare arm, sending tingles up my spine. I run my tongue along my bottom lip nervously. “I should go,” I say.
    “I have a suite upstairs,” he offers. “Come up with me.”
    God, yes. I want to be under this man so damn bad it hurts.
    But he’s right. Deep down, I’m a good girl and I’ve never had a one–night stand. And as tempting as it is, I’m not about to start now. Especially not when things with Michael might be heating up again.
    “You said it yourself — I’m not the type of girl who fucks on the first date.”
    He smiles. “Ah, but this isn’t a date.”
    Well, he totally has me there.
    When I don’t say anything, he leans close and his warm breath brushes across my cheek. “Have you ever truly surrendered to a man, Lexi? Experienced the freedom of complete submission? I want show you how fucking good it feels to be bad. I want to tie you down, make you beg. I want to take you to the edge.”
    The words are said with such dark, hungry desire that my nipples instantly harden. I should probably be horrified a stranger is talking to me this way, but I’m not. Not even close. My breasts feel heavy, and my core is wet, aching to be filled. I want him to fuck me and for a split second, I’m tempted to follow him up to his suite and let him.
    “Hey sexy.” A woman in a tight, low–cut dress sidles up next to us and runs her hand along the back of Cole’s neck, twining her elegant fingers through his dark hair.
    Silky blond curls spill down her bare shoulders, past her perky, rounded breasts. Every inch of her is waxed, plucked and sculpted to perfection. She’s my exact opposite in just about every way and I suddenly feel…inadequate.
    She doesn’t even glance at me as she leans down and coos seductively in his ear, “I’ve missed you.”
    Wait, what? Who the hell is this woman?
    As her fingers gently stroke his hair, it becomes apparent that she’s someone he’s fucked. Someone he’s currently fucking by the looks of it.
    He glances up at her and I decide I don’t want to find out. Whoever she is, she can have him. Fucking cheating bastard.
    “Thanks for the drink,” I say as I hop off the stool and make a beeline for the exit.

    “Hey, what the hell are you doing home so early?”
    Nick, one of my roommates, is sitting on the couch in his pajama bottoms, watching TV when I walk in. I toss my keys onto the small table next to the door and immediately strip off my heels. I groan as I rub my sore feet. “The evening was a complete fail. Michael didn’t show up and I got hit on by a gorgeous asshole.”
    He laughs, but doesn’t ask for details — probably because he’s a gorgeous asshole himself. Okay, not an asshole. Nick is actually pretty sweet. He’s got a smoking hot body